I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
Please give Aunt Edna a big strong hug and kiss from me and my mother. Edna is a strong name in our life and we'd like to wish her a happy journey ... d*mn. Sorry buddy....
many men dont play that ' hard way jones ' s*it . we'll invent something that eliminates the redundancy .
im one step worse tho . id wipe my a** with the cat and eliminate that paper search crap altogether -- but im just a little ahead of my time . others will catch on .
she took care of her parents and her man until all three died in her arms . she deserves to be coddled and comforted now .
Answer: None. It will never happen.
to the energetic and educated female achievers -- by all means achieve , but dont try to shame women who dont adhere to your ideals .
Will this phase pass with Edna? Hope so, and hope it's quick. I think fear can be just as bad as pain, especially when you can't understand what it's about.
Well caught on the compressor.
humor has to have a victim . life would really suck if we arent allowed to screw with each other .
you could switch the males and females in that joke and id still think it was funny . you know im not sexist but i love an off color joke .
saw my aunt just now . d*mmnt she anxious , agitated and wishes she knew why . im up front with her when she asks the right questions . i tell her that her memory and nerves are going to be a problem because her brain isnt healthy . she held my hand for a while , doc gave her the evening sedative and she got her kiss goodbye for the night . shes still fortunate at 91 and late dementia to be able to chuckle at small things and have rather incredible good sense about her . my mother fared much worse with the added complication of bipolar . ( as did the primary carer ) .
sure love my aunt . ill hold her hand to the last step of her lifes journey if i can .
saved myself 400 bucks today . i thought my old air compressor had shat the bed but it had mud dauber blockage in the air intake port .
Tonight's playlist is an eclectic mix of 70's love songs, 80's hair metal, 70's tv show themes (Welcome Back Kotter!), 80's love ballads, classic country (Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Faron Young), classical pieces (Symphonie Fantastique) and movie soundtracks. I love my Amazon Cloud Player - free music with my Prime membership. Yes, it does have benefits other than cheaper prices on Mom's pads! LOL
Learned once again today exactly why I have to follow her to every single bathroom visit, other than when I'm asleep and can't. I got busy with my work and kind of missed the fact that she had gone into the bathroom. Let me tell you, for a large woman with mobility problems, she moves lightning fast in the bathroom if she knows I'm coming in there to monitor her progress and to make sure she gets everything done properly (incontinence pad changed, undies changed if wet, new clothes, bottom wiped, etc). She can be in there less than a minute and I'll go in there and find her sitting on the toilet with all her clothes on, and she's already used the toilet - and with a smirk on her face, like - "Ha! I beat you!". It's almost comical. Almost. Then the argument ensues. Me: Did you change your pad? Mom: Yes. Me: Are you sure? Mom: YES. Me: Is there a wrapper in the trash? Mom: (digs through the trash) YES. Silly me, I didn't make her check to see if she had a pad on - she didn't. So one more wet pair of undies and pants later....I'm kicking myself for not checking.
Why do WE have to ask for the obvious?
Even if I did start asking they wouldn't be so obliging... perhaps I will start a "study" on "asking for help from a sibling" and document it here.
hope, this is a BAD time of year for viruses... it goes from very warm and dry to very cold, wet and humid, which all breeds those nasty viruses. Save your respite for a nicer day (if you can).
I have done something just a short time ago that I rarely do, but I am getting older now and heck, I'm tired so I am going to stop getting put in the middle...I'd love some feedback if anyone wants to voice it...First of all, I hate a trouble maker more than anything on the face of the earth....hate it....all of my life I seem to find myself in situations where someone will NEED to tell me something, but will tell me that old song and dance...now don't tell them I said that...and analyzing what was said, you know it would just hurt someone if that person knew it so you just try to bite your tongue and not go spreading stuff around...I still maintain that is best particularly if the person will derive no benefit from knowing it and will only be hurt by it....
BUT....I think I have mentioned, my cousin had an accident and as her car was an older model, the impact caused enough damage to sufficiceintly total the car. Now this same cousin has also had a "small stroke"...but her neurologist has told her she is cleared to drive...this is the oldest cousin still living and she has always done and done for that side of the family and none of them has ever done anything in return to help her..unless they charge her a pretty penny for it...she has always been made the butt of jokes and been sniped about behind her back and it has been sad to me to see it going on . A lot of it she even knew they did but she just kept on going. Fast forward 20 years and now she is trying to find an older model, yet safe care with a modest payment that will get her around town for her errands...drives probably 30 miles a week at most....never goes out of town...anyway, my brother is an expert in the car industry and could build one from the ground up, so he's an excellent source to confirm whether a used vehicle is a good deal. I know enough to do ok at it, but he's a lot better to say the least...anyway, he is very concerned about her driving and he had told my cousin he would look for her after she asked me, then told me that he didn't think she needed to drive period...(why didn't he tell HER that when she asked him??) well, I now find out that one of my least favorite people (also a cousin) on the face of the earth called my brother behind my cousins back and told my brother she just did not think my cousin needed to be driving...somehow, not unsurprisingly, she convinced him and he is no longer looking for a car now. My cousin was getting angrier and angrier that my brother had not found her a car and after feeling almost sick about all of it I just called her today and told her the point blank truth...that our cousin had called him and told him she did not think this cousin needed to drive anymore and he agreed with her.....
Sadly, it broke my cousins heart...And of course she cried..and of course she is mad, but all of my life when I have been told things like this and did not tell someone the truth it always comes out later on anyway and then the person about whom the info was shared finds out I knew it and I am the one who gets thrown under the bus...so I told the truth. I felt like she had the right to know why none of these people are looking any longer..I also told my brother I told it. I didn't do this on a whim and thought it through and finally asked myself would I want to know and I would have definitely wanted to know....I am still looking for a good reliable car for her...and I hope I did the right thing....but she is the ONLY one who has been here for me..how can I not help her???
The last time my mother was in the hospital they didn't visit her either, just kept blowing up my phone, which I didn't bother to answer. They are within 20 minutes of us and if they were that concerned they'd just stop over. I call my brothers "Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb". One cannot function without the other. Weirdest thing I ever saw for two grown men ( 57 and 60) They try and blame me saying I never ask them for help, which is not true BUT on the other hand, I should not have to ask them to visit their mother. Months go by and na'er a peep from them. I stopped feeling resentment and anger towards them long ago. Heck, I think they're both so far gone in dysfunction that I feel rather sorry for them.
Mom had another restless night... she's sleeping comfortable now so I think I shall just let her rest until her carer get's here at 1:00 p.m. This way I can get a few things done without following her around making sure she doesn't hurt herself.
hope, thinks for reminding me it's garbage day!! lately I don't know one day from the other, they just blend together...
have a great day!
d*mmit to h*ll . the world just aint producing more of the kind of loving homekeeper and pioneer women like her anymore .
be a good a time as any to tell my beloved / horrible joke tho .
ya know how many femenists it takes to screw in a light bulb ?
two .
one to turn the light bulb and one to - um - ---- me . lol
knock me in the head moderators . its ok . my social statement and sense of humor have , in combination , probably veered over your line in the sand , slightly .
still a funny joke tho -----